There was box in the camp, or rather a satchel framed like a box, made of animal pelts. Inside was a beggar’s treasure trove. Assorted clothes, tools, ungainly weapons (most of them rusting or in pieces), cheap-looking jewellery and metal scrap. He rummaged through, trying to ignore the sounds of the tiger eating the pieces of the bandit’s head behind him. He found a dark brown greatcoat that he put aside, but swapped it when he saw a high-collared open black jacket lined with red, with red stitching and hems. He put it on over his shirt, admiring it. It hung loose, tapered at the sides and
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